The Pout Redefined

Pouting is becoming all the rage for social media pics. I am 

guilty of it and I know 90% of those reading this are too. Girls especially, no Instagram pic is complete without one. Instagram speaking of which is one of the social media platforms with an upsurge of users. Top reason being how it shamelessly endorses vanity! Who knew vanity and not just sex sells.

Anyhow, pouting is not exactly the back bone of this blog post. Actually why I titled it pouting redefined is due to a dental problem I encountered from Saturday.  One of my front teeth was driving me insane. I know it doesn't count for much given I cry all the time but the ache was igniting the water works.  Tears were just flowing consistently.

On Sunday unlike Paramore' s song, things were not looking up I tell you. I kick started my morning by going to church. Other than the fact that I hadn't gone for quite a while with a shameless reason such as CPA and a little later on end of semester exams. I also wanted to beg for God' s healing power. I remember praying in earnest for it.

Sunday night was quite a hurdle, the pain being quite unbearable.  I recall trying to brush my teeth but tip-toeing around the two front teeth. At night talked to my boyfriend as usual. There is something about him that I find comforting.  The irony is as we were evaluating my options and the forthcoming answers from Google,`  I started crying again! Told him that he just has a way of making me vulnerable.

One thing we had established is that my filling from earlier in the year had fallen out! Damn you tooth filling! I just recall the first dental visit at Consolidated Bank House that had led to 4 anesthesia injections, 2 teeth being filled and 12, 500 Kenya shillings in damages. The service was impeccable at the time with the doctor being very understanding about my fear of dentists.

All that aside here we were, I couldn't believe I had to go back to the dentist.  The last time had resulted in trembling, sweating worse than I imagined, by the time. I was waking up from the dental chair, I was drenched and for the first few minutes I was flushed thinking I had peed on myself! A grown woman in her twenties, the horror but thank God it was just sweat! 

All the same, Monday morning I had made up my mind, I was going to try another dentist, my aunt' s recommendation actually. I thought it was going to be a routine filling but shock on me. I arrived at the clinic, giving myself a pep talk with every step. The biggest consolation being that it was going to be a lady dentist! I just have to admit that I find lady dentists comforting. It's bad enough I fear dentists with all my heart but at least a lady dentist I find nurturing and easier to talk to.

I got into her office, I will admit it was less posh than Consolidated Bank House but the testimonial from Aunt Sarah was encouraging.  I kept wondering whether I should have accepted my boyfriend' s offer( God bless his soul) to escort me. All the same lady dentist was very pleasant after a brief chat I was at ease. Please don't roll your eyes at me but I got all teary when I explained my fear of injections.  After describing the pain, we established that a root canal was inevitable! 

After a deep sigh, I resigned to my fate. She got to me to sit at her dental chair and after counting 1 to 3 , I let her give me the shot. I felt a pinch of pain but after a while true to her word, all was well. She did her thing with the drill and I remained calm despite my uncontrolled leg shaking. 

So it was done, not sure after how long but it was done. I felt the pain go away though I still think there is some little of it left. I paid half and will be going back on 5th January 2015 for part two. Well you bet one of the new year resolutions will be to brush at night especially.  Those no good bacteria will not be getting the best of me ever again. 

I found myself pouting non stop before the procedure. Somehow it made the pain more bearable then it hit me. Pouting originally is a sign of discomfort at times a signal a tantrum is on the way. So the next time you are about to pose for that selfie, you better thank God you don't have to get a root canal!